Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Untangled [The Double Rider Men's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

“That’s good, right?” Wade asked. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled.

“I’m not sure yet. I don’t want to give you big heads, but believe me when I tell you tonight was the best sex I’ve ever had. Ever. In my entire life. I mean it. This has been a whole new level of sexual satisfaction for me. I don’t want to move. Which is good. Because I don’t know that I
could
just yet anyway.”

Wade chuckled. “Boneless and sated, then? Good. I’m very happy to hear that.”

She turned to look at Dalton. His expression was filled with the sort of male pride only a sexual compliment can bring about. The sardonic smirk lifting one corner of his mouth was so sexy, she wanted to lick it away and then draw her tongue over every inch of his body. If she only had any strength left.

“I’m looking forward to tomorrow night. If I regain the use of my limbs by then.”

Dalton’s smirk turned into a beautiful, toothy grin of satisfaction. “You’re young. I’m sure you’ll snap back very soon.”

“I’m glad you’re sure. We haven’t even had double-penetration sex yet, and I can’t imagine better sex than we’ve already had. I’ve been looking forward to being doubly fucked.”

Wade said, “So, does that mean you liked the taste I gave you with my fingers?”

She turned her head back to his pensive face and said, “I loved it. Truly.”

Olivia’s sexually satisfied brain was having a hard time thinking about a future without these men as a part of it. She couldn’t make trips out to the Western US a very regular part of her soon-to-be very demanding life, but perhaps this wouldn’t be their one and only time together.

She mentally stopped in her tracks. Openly wanting to share two men on a regular basis was a very dangerous thought to have, given her constraints. This was supposed to be a onetime, wild weekend of lust and sex. Not a coming out party to find a husband. Or two. Or to regularly participate in their admittedly unbridled lifestyle. She needed to remember that.

Wade stroked her skin with his wide, callused hands. The sensation sent tingles spiraling down her body. She loved that he was a working man with the hardened hands to show for it. He was what she considered a real man, unlike many in her circle of peers back home. “I’m glad I caught you at the exit door before you left.”

“Believe me. So am I.” She stretched and lengthened her body as he continued stroking.

“Why did you leave, anyway?”

Her shoulders lifted and dropped. “No one made me want to take my clothes off.”

Wade grinned. “I made you want to strip naked? Awesome.”

“Well, not exactly. I just meant that I didn’t feel any spark with anyone else. All the men were very nice. They were very easy to talk to…” She trailed off, unable to further articulate her feelings without feeling like she was putting down the men of the club.

“But no all-important spark of lust, is that right?” Dalton asked.

“Right. Lust. It’s a very important attribute, as it turns out.”

“I understand that,” he said with that sardonic smile resting on his hard, handsome features.

Olivia rolled over onto her back. Wade rested his hand on her belly. He slid it to her hip and left it there. Dalton, on his side facing her, put his forearm across her breasts and anchored his hand on her shoulder. She felt cherished by them. She felt worthy of their attention. Until now, she’d never felt that sense of common satisfied connection with any other man after sex. Feeling this way about two different men was astounding. She liked it.

Before drifting off to sleep, she glanced first at Wade and then at Dalton. Two incredibly handsome men, that she had no business thinking about in any permanent role, had touched her soul. They certainly put her gratified libido in its happy place. Was she ruined for any future men? Perhaps she was. That was probably a good thing. Because even if she could find someone else to gratify her as they had done tonight, she wouldn’t have time for much in the way of private sexual time back home. And it wouldn’t be the same without Dalton and Wade anyway.

She was here to have fun this weekend and then return to her very important
responsibilities
back East. But her mind drifted back to the idea of possible future trips out here. Perhaps a lavish weekend a couple times a year
could
be arranged. If these two men would be her lovers, then she’d consider it.

The three of them snuggled together in postsexual bliss. Well, it was bliss for her, anyway, and they didn’t seem unhappy.

Her mind wandered a bit, thinking about how vastly different her life was compared to where she was right now.

Olivia was poised to be the new CEO of her family’s vast business enterprise. She’d signed the papers earlier in the week. Her official first day was after this weekend.

The initial family wealth had been accumulated from a very lucrative shipping business, and then later a successful import and export business had been added to increase the coffers tenfold. Over the years, her collective ancestors had diversified the family holdings to the impressive standings they now enjoyed. In the past twenty years or so, not many companies had been able to compete or measure up to their success. Many had come forward to attempt mergers, but it was never in the company’s best interest to do so.

Her grandfather, the current leader of the family’s extensive business interests, had many old-fashioned ideas about how the company should be run, both now and going forward. And he would always offer his opinion whether she wanted it or not. Usually, she did not. But he’d trusted her enough to put his faith in her abilities and sign over the leadership role.

He’d decided long ago that she should take the reins of the company, but he had also wanted her to marry someone to help her do it. Subtle digs as to her unmarried state had come up more than a few times in the last several years. How could she have a family of her own if she was the head of a busy company? So she changed the subject whenever it was brought up, because she didn’t want a family. She hadn’t mentioned her feelings to her grandfather because she knew he simply wouldn’t understand.

If she ever married, it would likely be as a merger for business reasons, as archaic as that sounded. Olivia had never longed for children or even a traditional life as her mother had. She wanted to work. She loved the family firm. She was about to take over and run it the way
she
wanted to. There were important changes on the horizon. If she had her way that was. Once she was officially put in charge of things next week, she planned to shake things up. She’d need her focus completely centered for the undertaking she planned.

The company was long past due for a big overhaul in the form of critical modernization. Old-fashioned values and work ethics, along with a lack of updating their systems, just weren’t working anymore. She would face opposition regarding her plans, of course, but after this weekend, filled with loads of gratification, she expected to win all her arguments. She would go in stress free and invigorated. She would carefully lay out the needed improvements to move the company onward and upward.

As lovely as this unbridled lifestyle was, Olivia wasn’t looking for a permanent life with these men, although the amazing sex made her definitely consider her short-term future options, and regular annual treks out West to feed her libido properly.

Chapter Five

Dalton woke later in the night surprised he’d slept at all. His mind was alive with possibilities for the coming weekend with Olivia.

Having not expected to find such a gem of a woman in the selection this year, Dalton hadn’t given much thought to any activities beyond the obvious meet and greet and the Stadium event tomorrow night. He’d spent more time thinking about how to force himself to enjoy the coming weekend with whatever woman they would have settled for. But this time they hadn’t had to
settle
. Olivia was perfect. He wondered how much they should try to involve themselves with her.

Would she like to see the DRMC property? Would she want to see the private property they were building their home on? Staring at her, he suddenly realized he didn’t know much more than her first name, what made her come, and the gratifying sounds she made when she did. Not bad information, but certainly not all he’d need going forward.

The idea that he didn’t even know her last name, where she was from, or what she did for a living crossed his mind briefly, but just as soon as it came in, it exited. He didn’t care. At least not for right now. He’d find out what he needed to know eventually. Probably tomorrow.

In the past, he and Wade had always been very careful not to give out too much personal information about themselves. Wade hadn’t come from money, but he sure had shitload of it now. He’d earned every penny he had from the sweat of his own labor. Dalton admired his best friend for the struggles and sacrifices he’d made over the years to become the success he was now.

Meanwhile, Dalton had grown up in what he considered a very lower-to-middle-class household. Their lives had not been extravagant, but they always had a roof over their heads and enough food to eat. Although this was not the life he
could
have been raised in. Not by a long shot.

Dalton’s father had come from a very wealthy and extremely influential family. He had grown up in an exceedingly privileged lifestyle. But his father gave up the family money and all the prestige associated with it when he met Dalton’s mother. After he turned his back on the haughty family who raised him in favor of marrying for love, his family hadn’t been pleased. They had ostracized him and cut off all communications. Dalton’s father had few regrets over this estrangement, but did miss his mother. He contacted her one year and she had been delighted to invite him back after a fifteen-year absence.

So at the age of twelve, during a first-ever reunion to bring Dalton and his siblings to meet his father’s family, Dalton had overheard something he’d never forgotten. His grandfather pulled his father into the large den and given a long-winded lecture with references to his
prodigal son
returning. He then demanded that Dalton’s father immediately abandon his unsuitable, low-class wife and poorly bred, unkempt ragamuffin children to return to the life he was born to. He wanted him to find a more suitable wife and join the family business because it was a birthright he’d long neglected in favor running away to be with
that woman
.

Dalton remembered that it was the first time he’d ever heard his father say the F-word. And he’d said it several times in several variations during the ensuing screaming argument. Dalton had pressed a single eye against the crack in the open door to watch the subsequent verbal battle, keeping his body still and his ears wide to listen for anyone passing by that might catch him eavesdropping. His father hadn’t argued for very long. His parting words lived in Dalton’s memory. “We will never agree on this matter. I absolutely refuse to abandon my family. Stop asking me to.”

“They aren’t worth your devotion,” his grandfather had responded coldly.

“How would you know that? You’ve barely bothered to speak to them, let alone get to know them.”

“Please. They are a waste of my precious time when I can just as easily tell by watching. They have too much of their classless, trailer-trash mother in them.”

“You are a hateful, fucking old man. This visit was obviously a mistake. We are leaving, and we won’t be back.”

“Good riddance to bad rubbish.”

Dalton scrambled away from the door after watching his father turn on his heel to exit the room. If his father had seen him, Dalton never knew it. His father immediately packed the family up and they’d departed the premises without further ado. His last vision of that trip was of his grandmother, hand fisted around a hankie against her mouth, crying on the front veranda steps outside of the opulent home.

Given the disastrous first meeting with his father’s haughty family, Dalton had also chosen not to participate in the lifestyles of the rich and snotty. Even though he’d been given an opportunity the day he turned eighteen, Dalton declined to respond to the demanding summons from his paternal grandfather regarding a possible business opportunity.

The scene from his childhood had still been so clear in his mind, as it was the first time he’d ever heard his father raise his voice or curse. And it was also the last time they’d ever gone as a family to visit his
father’s
disdainful
relatives.